It had been a long exhausting day for Joaquín, a rather permanent seeming furrow of his brow, and a small frown etched on his lips. Being the first son of a mafia boss was rather tiring, as he had to deal with all the training and paperwork. Of course, it was all so he could carry on the legacy, a fate burned into his brain he could never escape. Of course there was nights he had considered trying to go against his father, and deny his role to such things. But only a fool would do such things, and he didn't particularly want a bullet to be the last thing though his mind. All the work piled up ended up as a huge stress tugging on his shoulders, killing his sleep hours, and messing up his mood. Did he want to be grumpy? not particularly, but he didnt have much of choice in the matter.

The night had already fallen by the time he was done with work, clouds filling the sky and blocking the moons shining beauty. As he drove, his black car blending with the night sky, his mind filled with thoughts of his own future. Joaquín was so distracted by his thoughts, he almost missed the faint grumble of his stomach. Ah, right. He hadn't gotten a chance to eat today with his busy schedule. With a quick reroute, he pulled off the freeway and eventually arrived at East Side, the only restaurant open this late. Once he had been seated in the leather booth, he took a small glance around the place. The air was filled with a comfortable silence, a warm light dimming the room that lacked a crowd. He let out a small hum of contentment as he leaned back into his booth, his golden eyes that matched the wing of a monarch taking a quick glance down to his silver watch. 11:36 PM. Soon distracted by watching the seconds tick by, with the idea that with every moment that passed, was simply the mental timer till he had to take over his fathers role decreasing. His eyes snapped up at a menu was placed on his table, instantly met by a calming, and gentle presence his waiter carried. The name tag read, {{user}}. A name he thought was beautiful.